Page 40 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

He and Bronx were taught not to cry or show weakness in front of anyone. Braxton was big on sticking your chest out whether you felt like shit or not. You could front for the world and fall apart behind closed doors. He and his brother both knew not to ever expect comfort from that man. Brenda was worse. Wasn’t a motherly bone in her body, in all honesty. She was hard and sharp like nails. Anytime Bull even attempted to hug her, she would go rigid. He was glad that he and Toni were raising their kids different.

“Here.” He offered her the blunt again.

She cut her eyes his way but gladly accepted because she needed something to ease her mind. After a few puffs, she passed it back to him, and they kept it in rotation until it was nothing but a couple of inches. Bull kicked his shoes off and sank comfortably into the couch cushions to get into the movie. He wasn’t a horror fan. In general, he didn’t really fuck with movies. It was nothing for you to find him in a library or somewhere tucked, reading a book. If it was a book adapted film, he would give it a try. He and Breeze liked to kick back and watch the comic flicks, but that was different.

Between her long day, the wine, and weed, Toni eventually drifted off. When her head slipped against his shoulder, Bull didn’t budge at first. He was into the movie now as Denny fell down a hole full of bodies. Glancing down, he smirked when he saw she was on her way out of there.

“Lightweight.” He kissed the top of her head, and Toni stirred some, but the rest of her soft body melted into him.

Having her so close, the fragrance of her body mist blending with his own pheromones, Bull couldn’t stop his dick from stretching. Whenever he was close to her, his man had a mind of his own. He remembered what those snug walls felt like and stayed ready to bust it open. Often he had to talk himself out of it. Shifting on the couch, he hoped the shit would go down as his thoughts spiraled.

Only half sleeping, Toni let her own desires get the best of her. She knew his sudden tension had to be the presence of a stiff one. Reaching down, she gripped his dick and innocently craned her neck to look at him. Bull’s hooded eyes were blazing. He pulled her chin, so she could meet his warm stare and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip before drawing her closer. She let him wrap his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap where she straddled him.

The nervousness and surprise eased out as he tightened his arms around her. Grinding against him, her soft moans broke between their kisses, and his strong hands landed on her ass. The wine and weed on her breath tasted good, and Bull shifted so he could lay her on her back. Positioning himself between her thighs, he trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone. Lifting her shirt, he palmed one of her breasts and pecked her stomach. His tongue circled her belly button, and he popped the button to her jeans at the same time. With his hands on her hips, Bull tugged at her panties.

Buzz!

The intercom inside the house went off, alerting them to someone at the gate. Both stuck in surprise, he lifted his gaze and watched confusion sweep over Toni’s pretty face. When he sat up, her stomach tanked, leaving her soaking her panties. He adjusted his dick and went to respond to whoever was fucking up their rare vibe. Toni grabbed the remote to the TV so she could switch to the camera monitor also hooked into one of the channels. Before he could even ask who it was, she recognized Chai’s burgundy BMW with the headlights shining.

“Who is it?” Bull asked through the intercom system.

“It’s Chai. Let me in. I need to talk to you about something.”

“What you doing here?”

“What?” Her face balled up on the camera. “I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. I sent you a few text messages too. We got a problem, and I need to know what to do.”

Fuck! Bull peeped Toni sit up, adjusting her shit, and he wanted to tell Chai to fuck off and come back later. Judging from her tense shoulders, he assumed the mood had fucking passed. So, he hit the button to let Chai in and fixed his clothes as Toni stomped toward him.

“She’s got a fucking problem alright,” she griped.

Swiping his beard, Bull took a breath as Toni went to answer the door. Chai had features like an Asian because of her mother, and Urso made up the black half of her. She was gorgeous like a fucking Barbie, with shoulder length red hair, big double D breasts, and a fat, round ass. A woman with her body and brains was deadly. She learned the art of finessing men a long time ago and enjoyed making them drool over her. If Toni hadn’t lived with her, she wouldn’t know what she looked like under all the make-up, lashes, and weave.

In her words, she was a bad bitch and always had to look the part. Tonight was no exception, stepping confidently outside of her car and strutting up the sidewalk to their front door like her name was on the deed. Her stiletto heels to her knee-high boots clicked against the concrete with each step, and she stopped in a knit dress that clung to her wide hips with a short cut suede jacket covering the look. In her hands was a business file folder. She simpered at Toni standing with the door open.

“I am sorry to interrupt you⁠—”

“No, you’re not,” Toni quipped, tucking her arms across her chest.

“I wasn’t talking to you. I’m here to discuss a business matter, which doesn’t concern you,” Chai voiced in that sultry, arrogant tone Toni always hated. “Don’t you have something to cook or clean?” she emphasized before tittering.

Ready to lunge for her, Toni felt Bull step up, clamping a hand around her arm and yanking her back inside.

“Fall back,” he warned, which gained him a deadly stare from her.

He stepped in front of her, and a complacent grin filled Chai’s lips.

“What’s the emergency, Chai?”

“You got one of those private requests. You told me not to ever assign anyone to these, and I thought you might like the info tonight. Looks like it’s major.” She handed the folder over to him, and he quickly took it from her.

“Good looking out. I appreciate it.” Bull flipped through the paperwork.

“Anytime for you.” Chai licked her lips. “There was one more thing I wanted to talk to you about.” She inched into his space, noticing his semi hard dick as she pushed her breasts forward, so he could view the top of them.

She had his attention.

Suddenly sick to her stomach, Toni backed off and decided to go check on her food in the kitchen. Admitting to being jealous was like sending a smoke signal to Bull. She didn’t want to come off like that, even if she was his wife. His interest for her was limited. It was bitches like Chai who kept his attention. If he wanted more from Toni, he was going to have to put the work in and prove it to her. She wouldn’t be throwing herself at him.